A poem: Our Bridge Before Lockdown
Our Bridge Before Lockdown
Masts stretch like fingers into space
Wires hold the structure in its place
Crossing from Maindee to Newport Centre
A point to pause, look, remember.
The north, are memories of Iron Age tribes
The south, more bridges close the divide.
Time passes, the tide rises and falls,
The sun in the sky a roving ball
Shining on mud, water and litter,
Bottles thoughtlessly thrown - glitter.
Our Bridge is a symbol of future vision
Of hope for a world with less division.
Crowds of black and amber, dream
United in their team’s esteem.
Their cries like waves on distant shores
Emotions displayed in wild roars.
Babies in prams and children on scooters
Cyclists warn with bells and hooters.
Stick men and women old and grey
Through moving crowds wend their way.
Alone amongst chatter and clatter
An old man pauses his thoughts scatter
Remembrance of times long ago.
From his eye a tear begins to flow
But soon his memories are shared
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